Rooo I’ve just been on the bestest and most pawsome holiday ever. My humans rented a cottage that turned out to be a converted barn on a sheep farm in Devon. A sheep farm, can you imagine? It doesn’t get any better than that when you’re a herding doggie! *waggy tail*
My humans had invited a bunch of friends over and everyone was told they’d be in charge of the the cooking one day each. My human sat me down and told me that I couldn’t be trusted with food duties after the small incident with the flapjacks, the time I was caught with my mouth full of macaroni cheese, the unexplained disappearance of a number of chocolate bars and the….you get the idea. In short, I was banned from kitchen duty.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t get any chores. Oh no. I was supposed to look after my toys, keep the house nice and tidy, and be in charge of security.
As you know I take my duties *very* seriously.
Keeping an eye on the security arrangements
I didn’t quite trust the sheep so I decided that rounding them up in a neat little herd would make them easier to manage. So for security reasons (I did not do this for my own entertainment, honest, I was only trying to keep my pack safe) I decided to break into their pen and herd them into a corner far, far, away. The humans didn’t seem to understand my plans…
The humans seem to have a sixth sense for sheep herding too – they caught me just in time, every time, before I managed to jump that fence.
Keeping the house tidy
Keeping an eye on my toys
As you can see I’ve had a really pawsome holiday without any mischief at all – what have you been up to this weekend? *waggy tail*